Since I’m looking at my taxes in these last days before the deadline, I’m feeling especially strongly that the world is futile, existence meaningless & things in general have a certain, well, je ne sais quoi.
In short, I’m feeling feline & French. So here’s something that encapsulates the essence of ennui:
Je m'excuse, mais...I'll just pour myself un verre & contemplate les jeux de Jerry Lewis.
Beats the hell out of taxes.